White roses grow into the garden br br of my heart; br br their sweetness breaths the wind br br of spring, br br it rises up their tiny petals br br and turns them into brittle wings! br br br br They fly the fields and empty streets, br br and stop upon your lips; br br there’s a love note on each petal- br br the thorn, the bitter agony, the bliss! br br br br Your love has turned the world br br into a rose garden..I dare to dream br br and see, br br the steps you take to share this br br creative vision with me..